of returning to the spot
where he had last seen the girl, as he wished to do, he bore far to the
northeast of the place, and missed entirely the path which von Horn and
his Dyaks had taken from the long-house into the jungle and back.
All that day he urged his reluctant companions on through the fearful
heat of the tropics until, almost exhausted, they halted at dusk upon
the bank of a river, where they filled their stomachs with cooling
draughts, and after eating lay down to sleep. It was quite dark when
Bulan was aroused by the sound of something approaching from up the
river, and as he lay listening he presently heard the subdued voices of
men conversing in whispers. He recognized the language as that of the
Dyaks, though he could interpret nothing which they said.
Presently he saw a dozen warriors emerge into a little patch of
moonlight. They bore a huge chest among them which they deposited
within a few paces of where Bulan lay. Then they commenced to dig in
the soft earth with their spears and parangs until they had excavated a
shallow pit. Into this they lowered the chest, covering it over with
earth and sprinkling dead grass, twigs and leaves above it, that it
might present to a searcher no sign that the ground had recently been
disturbed. The balance of the loose earth which would not go back into
the pit was thrown into the river.
When all had been made to appear as it was before, one of the warriors
made several cuts and scratches upon the stem of a tree which grew
above the spot where the chest was buried; then they hastened on in
silence past Bulan and down the river.
As von Horn stood by the river's bank after his conversation with
Virginia, he saw a small sampan approaching from up stream. In it he
made out two natives, and the stealthiness of their approach caused him
to withdraw into the shadow of a large prahu which was beached close to
where he had been standing.
When the men had come close to the landing one of them gave a low
signal, and presently a native came down from the long-house.
"Who is it comes by night?" he asked. "And what want you?"
"News has just reached us that Muda Saffir is alive," replied one of
the men in the boat, "and that he sleeps this night in your long-house.
Is it true?"
"Yes," answered the man on shore. "What
"A white man!" he cried.Page 6
I recalled numerous acts of my past life which I should have been glad to have had a few more years to live down.Page 7
For another hour I saw that pitiless column of mercury rise and rise until at four hundred and ten miles it stood at 153 degrees.Page 9
" "You mean to say that we turned back in the ice stratum, David? That is not possible.Page 18
They don't seem really savage.Page 21
Then a wolf-dog was brought--HYAENODON Perry called it--and turned loose with us inside the circle.Page 26
About all I gleaned of them was that they were quite hideous, had wings, and webbed feet; lived in cities built beneath the ground; could swim under water for great distances, and were very, very wise.Page 29
In a land of perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean passages.Page 33
At intervals tubes pierce the roof of this underground city, and by means of lenses and reflectors transmit the sunlight, softened and diffused, to dispel what would otherwise be Cimmerian darkness.Page 37
" I shuddered.Page 49
At last I could endure no longer to sit supinely by while a fellowman was dragged down to a horrible death by that repulsive reptile.Page 59
As long as I could I remained beneath the surface, swimming rapidly in the direction of the islands that I might prolong my life to the utmost.Page 63
A single glance at the thing was sufficient to assure me that I was facing one of those long-extinct, prehistoric creatures whose fossilized.Page 75
To me, bent over my book here, there has been no lapse of time.Page 79
It was decided that no time should now be lost before attempting to put our plan of escape to the test, as I could not hope to remain hidden from the Sagoths long, nor could I forever carry that bale of skins about upon my head without arousing suspicion.Page 92
Beneath these stood antelope, while others grazed in the open, or wandered gracefully to a nearby ford to drink.Page 94
I had selected my longest arrow, and with all my strength had bent the bow until the very.Page 104
" "Then you haven't hated me at all, Dian?" I asked.Page 105
" "But Jubal's brothers--and cousins--" I reminded her, "how about them?" She smiled, and hid her face on my shoulder.Page 107